Pyaar Ya Iqrar: Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Memory Loss

Geet: Cute...anyway I have to go. Khushi are you coming?

Khushi: Haan, I am coming.

Riddhima: Where are you going?

Geet: We have some work, will talk tomorrow.

Riddhima: Sure...actually that reminds me I have to go to hospital so see ya...!

Girls: Bye..

Boys: Bye...

The girls leave the boys who are still in the canteen.

Arman: wow...kya ladkiyan hain yaar?

Maan: I know...

Arnav: Haan par the question is would the MSK's charm work?

Maan: Ofcourse it will...why wouldn't it?

Arnav: Dekthe hain...kal unka pehla din hain...dekhthe hain kya kya hota hain...

Maan: Whatever...

The boys leave to their respective homes.

-

It was Geet & Khushi's first day in college. They were so excited to meet the teachers and learn something. It was there final year and then they would be looking for jobs. Khushi & Geet arrived bright and early, even before Mr. Handa reached there and sat in the canteen.  

Khushi: I am so excited.

Geet: Hmm...me too...this is our final year. I feel thirsty do you want to drink something...I will get it for you.

Khushi: Haan something cold would be nice...as it's really HOT here.

Geet: Okay main lathi hun...wait kar.

Geet gets up and walks to the counter where they serve drinks, and she see's chandu.

Geet: Can I have 2 Cold coffee's please?

Chandu: Haan...

Geet: I thought you only spoke begali?

Chandu: Woh..sorry madam it was just a joke played by some students...

Geet: hmm...

While Geet was getting the drinks, Arnav & Maan arrived. They passed a knowing glance at each other, and walked off. Arnav sat down with khushi while Maan went to the counter.

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Arnav: hey may I join you?

Khushi: Sure...

Arnav: When did you arrive here?

Khushi: About an hour ago...we were just chilling before the classes started. So what about you?

Arnav: Oh I always arrive at this time. It's good to be early sometimes.

-

Maan walked to the counter and eyed chandu.

Maan: The usual please.

Geet turned around to hear his deep baritone voice.

Geet: Hey...you like cold-coffee? (as she saw bring chandu bringing 3 cold-coffees)

Maan: yh i have that in the morning every-day before class. I need something refreshing.

Geet: Me too...most people get brain freeze thats why they don't like that type of stuff

Maan: Hmm...so what are you studying? 

Geet: Oh both me and khushi are doing economics with business as our minor.

Maan: Oh cool...me and Arnav are doing the same where as Arman is doing the medicine line.

Geet: Ohh...

Both of them grab their cold-coffees and walk towards the table.

Geet: Here you go...(geet passes the cold-coffee to khushi)

Khushi: Thankyou...so Geet do you know where we have to go for our classes?

Geet: I have no idea...I haven't even got the schedule yet for it...

Maan: Oh don't worry about that...Arman will get that for you...

Arnav: Oh yeah he will get it for you...

Khushi: Oh cool!

Geet: (Since when have both of these lafange become so nice & caring?)

Geet: Waise...can i ask you both something?

Arnav: Yeah...sure

Geet: Did you guys have an accident that resulted in memory loss or something?

Maan: No Why?

Geet: No it's just that you are actually behaving nicely...(she looks at them suspiciously)

Khushi looks at the expressions of everyone and just bursts out laughing. The trio turn to her.

Khushi: What..that was funny...all three of you looked so shocked and Geet with her Sherlock Holm's expression. Wah madam...!

Geet: What I was being serious?

Arnav: No it's nothing like that...we are always nice..yesterday our mood was off so that's why.

Khushi: It's okay...hota hain...!

Just then the bell rang.

Geet: Well let's go to class.

Khushi: You forget...that we don't know where to go?

Geet & Khushi both looked the corridors with their eyes wide open. The corridors were hustling and bustling with people running past so they can get to class.

Maan: Welcome to Excel college...you are going to love it here...(he smirked and Arnav chuckled)

Arnav: Come we will show you where you are..all for of us have the same classes so let's go.

Khushi: Umm okay...(khushi & geet finally tore their eyes off the corridors and looked at Arnav & maan with baby faces) yep..we will love it here sooo much!

Arnav & maan took them both to class. Arnav sat at the front with khushi and Maan sat at the back with Geet. Soon the proffessor came in and sat at his desk.

He began calling the register and people kept on asnwering their names, in regular order. Khushi was paying full attention on the proffessor and she began taking notes, as a dedicated student. The whole lecture on the business cycle was so boring but she still took all these notes. Geet on the other hand looked so bored that she wanted to go to sleep, she already knew this all. Then why pay attention? She looked at maan who had an ipod in his ears and was pretending that he was paying attention.

Arnav was paying attention when he felt a peice of paper hit his back. He turned around and saw maan point at the peice of paper.

"This lecture is too boring. Shall we leave?"

Arnav smirked, he knew that Maan would find this lecture boring anyway. He picked up a pen and looked at Khushi who was engrossed in the lecture. He began writing and threw the paper back at maan without the Lecturer finding out.

Maan opened the piece of paper.

"Shouldn't you be thinking of ways to impress someone and win the bet? Stay in the class plus you never pay attention anyway?"

Maan: (Attention? Yh right! Why pay attention when you know all this anyway?)

He wrote something and threw the peice of paper and but it hit khushi instead and the professor caught that.

Professor: STAND UP...KHUSHI KHUMARI GUPTA...give me that...(he took the peice of paper off her and began reading)

The professor instantly became angry.

Khushi stood up feeling scared. The professor read the chit. Khushi had tears in her eyes.

Professor: What is this? You find my lecture boring and what is this a dating site? It is your first lecture but you have already started your mischief  Just because you are the principal's daughter doesn't mean that...

Arnav turned around and gave maan a glare. Maan was about to stand up when Geet stood up.

Geet: Excuse me Professor, but Khushi would never throw peices of paper at anyone, not because she is related to the principal of this college but because she is the most studious person you would have probably met. She is a straight "A" student, almost 100% in every paper that she has taken so before you hurl anymore non-sense at her, please do look at her clean records.

Professor: MISS GEET HANDA...HOW DARE YOU?

Geet: I am quite daring...! Also I admit...for everyone else in this classroom that your lecture was pretty boring. This is was they teach us in school not university. You are teaching us quite the basics but Khushi is actually listening to you and taking notes. So get your facts right!

Geet got up from her chair and walked out of the class-room, followed by Khushi, Maan & Arnav and then the whole class. The professor was very red in the face and he felt very embarrassed.

Geet went and sat in the canteen. Khushi, Arnav & Maan.

Maan: Wow...you really gave him a good answer.

Khushi: Thanks Geet.

Geet: You don't have to thank me...I was just telling him the truth. You can never do something like that and I know that...

Khushi: Hmm...still thanks...for believing in me.

Geet: Anytime...

Arnav: Hey you got us out of that boring lecture...go girl.

They all started laughing.

-

Meanwhile, Arman and Riddhima were in the chemistry lab, Arman was usually flirting with the girls not giving a damn to anyone, and Riddhima was concentrating on the actual lab, knowing that Arman would never pay attention to the work they had to do anyway.

Riddhima: Uff...I need a new partner...

Arman: Did you say something basket?

Riddhima Nope Nothing...! (she just got on with her own work)

Arman was busy talking to pari.

Pari: Arman let's go to disc na...

Arman: not today sweetheart...maybe tomorrow

Pari: Kyun?

Arman: Have to practise for a basketball match remember???

Pari: Ohh (pari looked a little upset) but definitely tomorrow na?

Arman: Ofcourse...sweetheart...

Riddhima was watching him from the corner of her eyes.

Riddhima: It would be good if he actually paid attention to the lab instead of his experiments...! Argghhh...just a a year Riddhima  then I won't have to see this idiot anymore...(Riddhima murmured slowly)

Precap: College in Night

Honeymoon With The Raizada's: Chapter 11

Writers Comments

I am sorry...that I am late with these updates. But it is only because I am on holiday, and I have had literally no time to write anything.

Anyone wondering where I am...! Well I am in Glasgow at the moment!

So a big Namaste to all Scottish people!

Love, 

Mishty

Chapter 11

After two days of staying inside, they both decided to step out of their secluded house to grab something to eat. But before they went out, they decided to get ready.

Arnav: Khushi, today I want to get you ready.

Khushi: But Arnav ji main?(Arnav comes closer and puts his finger on her lips)

Arnav: Shh...Khushi...I want to get you ready!

Khushi: Hmm...

Arnav puts a hand on her waist and pulls her along with him to the wardrobe. He took something out of the top shelf that was packed. He brought it down and gave it to her.

Khushi: Arnav ji what is this?

Arnav: Why don't you open it yourself. 

Khushi opens the packet and stares at a mini skirt and a crop top. She stares in amazement and then her cheeks turn crimson red. Arnav watches in amazement the way his cute wife’s expressions were changing.

Khushi: Arnav ji...but how can i wear this?

Arnav: Khushi...these are just clothes and you can wear them for right? Just for me.

Khushi: Hmm...

Arnav came closer and unclasped her saree pin and pallu fell off. He then tugged at the dori of the blouse, revealing her bare back. He slowly took the blouse off and helped her put on the crop top. The crop top showed her navel. She looked ravishing in Arnav’s eyes. On the other hand, Khushi was looking everywhere except Arnav, she felt extremely shy in front of Arnav and that too in those short clothes which left nothing to the imagination. Arnav then pulled the nada and her petti-coat was soon bunched up around her feet. He then took the skirt and helped her wear it. He then stood up looking at her.

Arnav: Shall we go?

Khushi: Arnav ji...can we please stay inside? What is the hurry to go out?

Arnav: Khushi...we will go out. I think you are forgetting that I told you to wear this only for me. He then wrapped a coat around her that went to her ankles.

He then took her out. They went to a restaurant which had a combination of Indian and Italian. They enjoyed their food and returned home. They went in their room, Khushi was just hoping to get out of that outfit but fate had something else planned for her. Since Arnav had dressed Khushi in those clothes, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. She looked delectable in that outfit, waiting to be devoured only by him. Arnav went close to her and asked her 1 question.

Arnav: Khushi...you trust me?

Khushi: More than anything else....I love you...

Arnav: I love you too...

He stepped closer and removed her long coat and chucked it to the side. He took one of his ties and tied it around her eyes. “Arnav ji what are you doing?” said Khushi. 

Arnav: You trust me right?

Khushi: Yes. 

He laid her down, then he grabbed Khushi’s duppata and tied her hands to the bed post. Khushi felt uncomfortable as now she couldn’t see and now she couldn’t move. She was at his mercy. “I want to see you writhing underneath me Khushi” said Arnav, she now understood at what he was up to, she was in trouble. Her Rakshas Raizada of a husband will not leave her tonight and she very well knew that, but now she was wondering what was he up to, she couldn’t hear him, actually she was sure that he was not in the room.

Arnav on the other hand was coming up the stairs with a tray full of ice and some cut up fruits and body paints. He was smirking at his innocent wife, she was in trouble tonight by the devil himself. He left all the things on the side and sat down beside her.

He took a cube of ice, and placed it on her lips. Khushi felt something very cold touch her lips and she took her tongue out to taste it to be just sure, it was ice. Arnav slowly then trailed down the ice cube, down her neck, through her valley (over her clothes) and to her navel. He surged it around her navel and then when it the cube was small enough he left it in her navel and sucked on it, making her moan and twist in pleasure. “Arnav...please” said Khushi. He was happy to see his effect on her, or the ice cubes effect on her. He took some grapes from the plate and put it above her lips. She bit into it, squeezing the juice out. Arnav then placed his lips on top of hers and they both battled against each other to who would get the grape in her mouth. But at last Arnav won and he moved back. Then he trailed the other half of the grape down and around her navel. He licked that part thoroughly, biting it a couple of times, leaving love bites on her milky white skin.

He slowly took off her crop top to leave her in her red lacy lingerie. Then he took off her skirt to reveal her panties. He then took another ice cube and rubbed it on her inner thigh, making her twist her legs on the bed. He then took the ice cube up her inner thigh and placed it right against her inner thighs. She warm wetness with the cold ice cube did wonders on her senses. She was losing herself, and Arnav saw that but he didn't want to give in just yet.

He took the body paints and the brush, flicking through the book at the different designs he could choose from. He found one that would look fabulous on his wife. So soon he dabbed the paint around her navel. All Khushi could feel was that feathery touch, almost tickling her. So she let out a laugh and started giggling, she was already really ticklish and that was feathery touch was just making her insane.

Khushi: HAHA....Arnav stop it what are you doing?

Arnav: Khushi...tumm seedhe tarah se nahi rehsakti...your spoiling all my efforts.

Khushi: Arnav ji your tickling me...please...stop...(she tried to say between her laughing fits)

Arnav just held her tight and continued painting while she was laughing throughout. She was almost like a child. This was like torture for her, but Arnav just continued, not giving in to any of her demands. After a good hour, Arnav was finished and he was proud at what he had done. Now it was time for Khushi to see. He released her hands and took her blind fold off. Then he pointed with his eyes to her stomach which was covered in paint. It looked beautiful but then Khushi had a mischievous glint which Arnav noticed.

Khushi: Hmm..now my turn..(before Arnav could say anything she jumped on him and ripped off his shirt. )

She then began painting, testing every ounce of Arnav’s control. She took her time in painting every bit of detail. She was soon finished with her masterpiece that she showed Arnav, but Arnav didn't say anything, instead he rolled her underneath him and pinned her hands above her heads. “You are looking very sexy Mrs. Arnav Singh Raizada” said Arnav huskily. He then ripped off her bra and panties leaving her bare. He then began kissing and biting every bit of skin he could find. He moved down to her private parts and slid his tongue in, moving it up and down, side to side. Khushi was scrunching the bed sheet as hard as she could to stop moaning his name and screaming her head off. Arnav soon found her pleasurable spot and began pressing it down with his tongue. He squeezed her buttocks and she soon let out her juices. He began softly stroking her to let her calm down but soon he started again with his wildness, devouring her.

Khushi helped him remove his trousers and he was only left in his boxers. They both were drowning in their desire and Arnav could feel Khushi ready. She was moaning and twisting beneath him. However there was something he needed to do first. He pushed a finger in her and touched her G-spot. She was getting closer and closer to her climax, when he suddenly slowed his movements. For Khushi, this was sheer torture. 

Khushi: Arnav ji please. 

Arnav: Arnav

Khushi: What?

Arnav: My name is Arnav.

Khushi: How can I call you that?

Arnav: You already do, when your in throes of passion. I want you to do it when your in senses as well. 

Khushi: But..

Arnav: No Khushi...Promise me.

Khushi: Nahi...

He then pushed his finger inside her once again, and again brought her near to climax. Khushi was losing her control. She needed to climax. She felt like crying, and shouting. 

Arnav: Khushi...I will ask only once again...Promise Me!

Khushi: I promise...

Arnav gave her a naughty smirk and he slipped in with a strong thrust. “Ahh” she moaned but Arnav kissed her to suppress her moans as he rocked her to her climax. They soon were both panting in each other’s arms. There were tears in Khushi's eyes. She came out of the embrace and turned away from him. 

Khushi: Why did you do that? Did you want to punish me? 

Arnav soon sensed her mood, and felt bad immediately, but he knew that was the only way to make his wife do something, because she was as stubborn as him. He pulled her back, against him. She fit perfectly against him, like a jigsaw puzzle.

Arnav: Khushi...that wasn't for a punishment. Orgasm denial actually makes your orgasm more powerful, so you receive more pleasure. It weakens your senses. Please don't cry meri jaan, I love you. If you didn't like that, I will never do it again. 

He rubbed her arms, to soothe her sobs. He then slowly turned her around and made her look into his eyes. He went closer and kissed her on the forehead. He rubbed her back, so she would relax. Khushi snuggled closer to him, and buried her face in he curve of his neck. The paint still there looking gorgeous on both of them even if there was trails of sweat. They both slept for a while as they were exhausted. 

They went into a deep slumber. In the morning, Arnav could feel Khushi was awake so Arnav went near her and whispered in her ears, “You know the paint is edible” and before she could say anything, he removed the blankets and began licking her and tasting her beautiful skin which tasted like strawberries due to the paint. Soon Khushi joined in the fun and began licking Arnav’s abs, hungrily, tasting her husband, giving him immense pleasure. 

Pyaar Ya Iqrar: Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Step Mom?

Geet was in her angry mode when she felt a tap on her shoulders. She turned around to see who it was. A girl dressed in a simple blue salwar suit was standing looking at her. She put her hand forward confidently.

Riddhima: Hi...I am Riddhima...

Geet: Hi I am geet and this is khushi..

Khushi: Hi..

Riddhima: Woh umm..priniciple sir told me that you are coming so he said to show you around...but I thought you were coming tomorrow?

Khushi: Yes, we were coming tomorrow, but we wanted to surprise him.

Riddhima: Oh I see...

Geet: But how did you know it was us?

Riddhima: You are the only 2 new people here...everyone knows you!

Khushi: Wow...we didn't know that we are that popular.

Riddhima laughed at their joke. They happily chatted amongst them selves.

-

Here the gang is fuming.

Arman: Why did basket have to come in between?

Dia: Haan...she spoiled the whole plan...

Pari: Haan yaar..dekho na..kitna attitude dikha rahe hain...Popular? My foot...

Arman: Ohh ho ladies...tum log chinta kyun karti ho? Main hoon na...! We will definietly get them back but for now just enjoy the show.

Arnav & Maan just stayed quiet...They were actually intrigued at these 2 girls. They seemed different, very different.

-

Riddhima: So how was the  journey?

Geet: Ohh hoo..don't ask..hum log airport pe the and you know everyone has to go through security check...well yeh madam ne business suit pehna tha aur haath main ek laptop aur dusre haath main Financial times ka newspaper...When she walked through the security check the guards smiled at her and said "Good afternoon Ma'am  have a pleasant journey!" but I thought that was easy. I was dressed in casual jeans and a top, they stop me. They look through my hand-bag and make me remove my shoes, socks and watch, and coat...and she is standing in one corner and smirking at me.

Khushi: What else would I have done?...you looked so funny...aur iske facial expressions dekhne layak the...she looked like she wanted to murder me...aur you know jab yeh gussa hoti hain na...toh shammat aa jati hain!

Geet: Aur nahi toh kya? They were such fools. 

Riddhima: Oh god...so journey was good then?

Geet: Yeah, it was rocking and tiring.

Riddhima: You know both of you are looking very different. I mean both of you are from but you have dressed in a very traditional way.

Geet was about to answer but got interupted when a girl who was dressed in a track suit with a short crop to came over and came and stayed next to Riddhima.

CJ: Heyy yaar...

Riddhima: Hey...how are you?

CJ: Just bunked Shukla's class, how do you think I am?

Then she turns around and looks at the two new comers.

CJ: Hey I am CJ...and you?

Geet: I am geet...

Khushi: I am Khushi...nice to meet you!

CJ: Don't be formal with me yaar...we are all cool here right? I mean both of you know Riddhima, then I am kind of a package deal!

Riddhima: Right!!!

CJ: So both new na starting from tomorrow?

Geet: Yep...Any tips?

CJ: Yah..bas pricipal se thoda dhoor rehna...

Geet: Kyun?

CJ: Arre..yaar woh taklu bahot hi sadhu aur akdu...hain, always saying no short skirt allowed...blah blah blah...bheja fry karta rehta hain...

Riddhima and Khushi's eyes flew open at the abuse that was baing hurled at the Principal.

Riddhima: No she's kidding...he is really nice!

CJ: Tum tho principal sir ki chamchi ho na...toh obviously tum yehi kahogi...

Riddhima: CJ...(she glares at her to stop talking while Khushi was praying to Devi Maiyya)

Riddhima was still tell telling CJ to stop but she wasn't listening to her at all.

Geet's eyes were wild like fire, she was going to erupt on CJ but then she saw something which instantly diverted her mind. She stared in shock. Khushi and Riddhima followed her gaze to see where she was looking. It was the Prinicipal.

-

The prinicipal had just come out of his office as usual. It had been a good day. Nothing unusual, everything was perfect, he came out of his thoughts when he bumped into Miss. Briganza. Mr. Handa saved Miss Briganza from falling, by grabbing onto her waist. She gasped in total filmy style, and both of them were standing in a typical Shahrukh Khan-Kajol Pose. That is when Geet saw them. Her mouth opened in shock. Miss Briganza and Mr Handa started to walk in that direction of the canteen, without realizing those glary eyes.

Miss Briganza: Ohhhooo Mr.Handa...what were you doing?

Mr. Handa: Noth..nothing Miss Briganza (he then stared at her legs as she was wearing a mini skirt) Miss Briganza there are no short skirts allowed.

Miss Briganza: Offfooo...Mr. Handa...short skirts main problem kya hain?

Mr. Handa: Koi...problemmm nahii haiinnn...

Miss Briganza: Good...see you later Mr. Handa (she said seductively and then turned around and walked back to class)

Mr. Handa was in awe seeing her facial expressions. He stared at her for some time and then turned around to meet the glares of his daughter, who had her arms folded and was tapping her foot impatiently.

Mr Handa: Geet..Khushi...tum log yaha? What a surprise? (he took them in a hug)

Geet: Hi Papa...(CJ nearly had a heart attack, her mouth fell down and she looked at Riddhima which had a I-told-you-so expression! The gang stood up in shock, after hearing her words and looked at her)

EVERYONE including the gang except riddhima & Khushi: PAPA?

-

Everyone turned around to look at the gang who just turned around  and started talking to one another, trying to pretend that they weren't looking at them...

Arman: You said that they are sisters?

Pari: Apparently they are cousin sisters...

Dia: oh no...and that is princi's daughter...

Maan: So what? She is not the president...

Arnav: yea right...now i know why she was talking to you like that...and why she wasn't scared of you...

Maan: What you really think she makes a difference to me?

Arnav: Yeah...have you seen your face...you have been staring at her for the past half-an hour...and she is giving you so much attitude...she is probably the first girl..that Maan Singh  Khurana's charm hasn't worked on...

Maan: Oh really..then what about Khushi haan? The ASR that all the girls die for one look is staring at a girl...

Arnav: I am not staring...

Maan: Really?

Arnav: Yes...fine we'll do a deal? You think that Geet will fall in your charms right? Fine then karke dikhao...

Maan: A challenge...and If I win that...what will I get?

Arnav:  Umm...anything you ask for!

Maan: You sure?

Arnav: I'm ASR...I don't break promises...

Arman: Whooohaooo...hold on Maan...you will actually do this?

Maam: Yep...I am ready! Bring it on!

Arnav: It's a bet then...

-

Geet: Yh

Mr Handa: Hi beta...

Khushi: Hi uncle...!

Mr Handa: hello my sweet dear! So tum log batao...how was your journey?

Geet: It was good...but pehle yeh bataiye ki what was that? Who was that?

Mr Handa: What her...she was your future..

Geet: (she gasped and interupted him) FUTURE WHAT?

Mr Handa: Pyscology teacher...

Mr Handa: Kyun tumne kya socha tha?

Geet: Step-mom (not realising that she said that aloud)

ALL: WHAT?

Geet: haha...joking..

Mr Handa: Well girls...meet khushi and geet my 2 daughters who just came from london, they will be spending their last years with us in our college! Like a student...so Riddhima and CJ look after them...(then he noticed the gang sitting in the cafe) Tum log bhi yaha aaoo...let me introduce you to some people...

Arman, Maan, Arnav, Pari, Dia & Romeo came unwillingly.

Mr Handa: Right...this is Maan...the basketball team captain...we have never lost a game because of him...

Geet: That's probably because all the rest are really bad...(geet said in a low voice...but maan heard her)

Maan: Sorry did you say something?

Geet: Umm...nope nothing...

Mr Handa: Aur this is Arnav...the most intelligent in your batch...100% in every paper...

Khushi: yeh...right...the teachers are probably really bad at marking...

Arnav: What the?

Khushi: Nope nothing...

Mr Handa: Aur this Arman...the college's biggest flirt...

Arman: Woh toh main hoon..

Riddhima: Woh toh shakal se dikta hain...(Khushi heard her and muffled a chuckle, whilst Arman glared at her)

Mr handa introduced everyone to them.

Mr Handa: So you guys have fun..make friends and you can start tomorrow!

Saying that Mr Handa left, Dia, Pari & Romeo followed as they didn't want to be around Hoshiyarpur sisters. Soon as Mr handa left, Khushi turned to Geet and shouted...

Khushi: Step-Mom? Seriously...how can you say that?

Geet: Arre...main gusse main thi...and you know main gusse main kuch bhi keh dethi hun...

Khushi: Haan...well tumhe global cooling ki zaroorat hain...

Geet: I know...aur yaha gharmi kitni hain...

CJ: Hold on...you are princi's daughter?

Geet: Yea...

CJ: and you are from london? Actually both of you are from london?

Geet & Khushi: Yea..

CJ: So what are you dresses up like this? I mean in Salwar suits...and all...and you speak fluent hindi

Khushi: CJ...i know what you are thinking? We are modern in our thinking but our views are still traditional...and plus people should wear what they want to wear...not what society tells them to wear...

Riddhima: Absolutely correct...

Arman: Absolutely wrong...have you seen bipasha in Race...she looked so dam hot...

Khushi: Well you should watch Main Hoon Na...Sushmita Sen was looking so gorgeous in a saree...

They carried on Arguing until Arnav had enough.

Arnav: SHUT THE HELL UP

Everyone grew silent where as Maan was just smirking at his best friend...

Maan: So tum log aise hi ho bachpan se...full on radio peice?

Geet: haan kyun...

Arnav: Nahi we just wanted to know...we will bring ear plugs from tomorrow...

Khushi: Hawww...what are you trying to say that we talk a lot?

Arman: Correct...!

Riddhima: Tum usse kyun bol rahe ho..mujhe bolo na...!

Arman: Kyun basket?

Khushi & Geet: BASKET?

Arman: thats my nick-name for her...

Geet and Khushi raised their eye-brows in question, while smirking at the two of them.

Precap: First Day in College